The melody of Greensleeves filled the air. The piano's tune was as beautiful as the boy playing it. His soft raven locks reached his chin, framing his patet face. His lilac eyes glared vaguely at the piano with intent. His frown contrasted the sweet tune. The atmosphere was tart, making the song seem like it was made for the musician.
As the instrument sang it's last note, a single clap rang through the small room. The boy jumped in surprise at the sound. "Ma you know not to sneak up on me," his voice was quiet and thick with a Spanish accent.
"Sorry, sorry," she walked to her son, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked towards her, missing her eyes and looking at the wall behind her. She smiled at him, "it's time for dinner."
He nodded, standing and hooking his arm on his mother's elbow. He smiled as she lead him to the dining room. He sat down as the smell of food mingling with cherrywood filled his nose. This made the room feel warm and welcoming, like home.
He hummed happily at the sweet atmosphere. He remembered the warm colors of the kitchen and dining room, the old radio that would play classic Spanish music, the way his mom would dance to it, how she would pull up her blond hair, shouting the lyrics to "La Bamba" while she getting ready to go to the cafe. He felt at ease, not thinking of the future. Just him, his mom, and an enchilada.
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Small Random Stories
RandomJust some random stories I have written. they're pretty small, if you just want a short read, you have come to the right place. No promise that they're good though.
